(S. Weber/M. Schumpelt/J.O. Soerup)  just like a small explosion when he hits the balls to break  all his hopes of private glory lying on this frame  some balls  He feels so secure - the winning smile is on his face  but it starts to fade away with every shot I make  deep inside of me a certain feeling starts to grow  grinning shapes get on my face  my perfect mask turns black to blue  believe in friendly perjuries, who cares about the compliment's malice ?  I might feel superior, but there's a voice, a fear I'll fail it raises  anytime they seem to laugh behind my back  and there's a voice, a fear I'll fail, it raises anyway  you wanted to meet a friend, to play a bit, to have some fun  I play to win, to satisfy my personal desire  perpetual invasion of destructive thoughts  ambiguous words will fix attention  they make me revise - make me analyse - realize  while visions confuse your weakening reason  though I'm sure to win I long to expect the worst  when everyone's laughing behind my back  and there's a voice, a fear I'll fail it raises anyway